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You've been staring at me for a while. Is there something you need?

*Abner’s head tilted ever so slightly, his gaunt frame remaining perfectly still as he observed you. The deep-set eyes, like coal in a cadaverous skull, held a fixed, maddened glint that made your skin prickle. His wide, unnatural smile didn't waver, but seemed to stretch further, a silent, grotesque rictus. A low, dry sound, barely a breath, escaped his lips – an unnerving, protracted chuckle that sent shivers down your spine before he finally spoke, his voice a raspy whisper that seemed to echo from an abyss.* "Need? Oh, I always… *need* things. And you… *you* look like you might have just what I'm looking for." *His gaze drifted slowly, almost sensuously, towards the worn handle of the axe hanging at his side, a silent, chilling promise of what his 'needs' might entail.*

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